Strings of invisible ribbons
tie us to an ancient path
of mindless banter…
rounded pebbles and cool water
underneath our feet…
splashing us from echoes of swirls…
and carved scriptures
and feathered inked dipped tips…
fog and sanity,
lost in the unknown places of the mind.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
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December 10, 2017 at 11:53 am
The opening of this poem brought Chaucers travellers to mind….
December 11, 2017 at 8:09 am
hmm Thanks for the visit! 🙂
December 10, 2017 at 12:08 pm
Fantabulous scenes and feelings! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
December 11, 2017 at 8:09 am
Thank you Dorna!
December 10, 2017 at 4:10 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
December 11, 2017 at 8:04 am
Thank you John!
December 11, 2017 at 3:47 pm
You are very graciously welcome, Neha.
December 11, 2017 at 1:13 am
Fantastic Neha. Cheered me right up. 🙂
December 11, 2017 at 8:04 am
Thank you so much 🙂
December 11, 2017 at 2:50 am
wow – this is deeply fascinating…
December 11, 2017 at 8:03 am
Thank you so much!
December 12, 2017 at 5:57 pm
NICE!! Thank you, Neha. 👏
December 12, 2017 at 6:35 pm
Thank you Amy ❤